Jonah had a normal childhood, well as normal as a child of a member of a powerful drug cartel could be which in all essence wasn't so bad. They were wealthy, he got whatever he wanted along with his twin sister Anika but they were always living on the edge of fear. Their mother always spoke about keeping an eye on your surroundings, if you see a sketchy figure, get the hell away. Jonah and Anika did just that and were experts in the field of keeping there eyes peeled. It wasn't exactly something to be proud of either. Now here he was, across the country from where he had grown up in a small boxing gym kicking the life out of an old punching bag. His blue eyes had dark circles beneath from his lack of sleep and his hands were being bruised even under the tape he had wrapped over his knuckles and fingers. This was where he spent most of his time now, it was where he worked as an instructor and he and Anika even lived over the gym in the small apartment available, so different then before. Jonah and Anika were no longer themselves. They were Zack and Olivia. Two 20 year olds hiding out in the big city because of something their father did that lead to the death of there mother. The two were next and had fled as soon as they could, 2 years ago. No one knew except them and Jonah wanted to keep it that way.